Is it enough to offer gifts of words,
No matter where they fall,
Or if the hearts and minds are closed
And blinkered to their cause?
These crafted thoughts are sent abroad,
To carry treasured gifts,
Of richest soul and jewelled mind,
Where dreams still hope to live.
In broken wash they reach those shores,
In dregs and dross of foam,
To bury deep in pebbled time,
Forever lost – unknown.
Is it enough to offer gifts of words,
No matter where they fall,
Or if the hearts and minds are closed
And blinkered to their cause?
Sometimes it must be -
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